Short Moral Poems
Short Moral Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Moral by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Moral by length and keyword.
Duty is but God's moral imperative implanted in Man's soul!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
25 September 2016
When the old fellow died,
the cage opened wide,
and a very rich chick
Madov mighty quick.
Moral strictures aren't always a guide.
When it becomes legal, it becomes moral; and then it becomes normal!
~12/4/15
~One liners contest by Silent One
You can’t expect
To get respect
Just, by standing round
You need to do
A deed or two
To prove, your moral ground
WIZDUMBs by JA 408
In the stock market of moral values humanity's share is fast approaching its nadir!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 November 2018
life saving vaccine is formulated from embryonic stem cells
25th August 2020
For Silent One's Contest
When Things Go Wrong Monoku
Make Mine a Moral Equivalentn
Do make mine moral equivalent,
Which to all we shall have sent,
And not pun;
Equally done,
Hoping money will be well spent.
Jim Horn
An enterprising young boy from Memphis
Made it his goal to climb Mount Olympus
Short-legged in stock
He fancied a smock
And he couldn't round up a consensus.
May 29, 2021
Moral virtues,
although inherent in every soul,
do not become apparent
unless
moral actions we perform!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 July 2020
Terrible Turpitude and Moral Ineptitude
After I did further inspect,
You are absolutely correct;
Terrible turpitude;
Moral ineptitude;
Trump has mind of small insect.
Jim Horn
Trump Lacks Moral Fiber
Trump seems to think that he is a survivor,
When really having been definite conniver;
A real pain,
Even in rain,
Who always lacks any trust or moral fiber.
Jim Horn
spiders have eight legs
insects six — most mammals four
humans mainly two
some think they walk on water
and like slugs — leave slime trails too
By David Kavanagh
Do not wonder, my dear friend,
why humanity has lost its moral pace
it is because has decided to go ahead
without our Lord's divine grace!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 July 2020
The Vicar of the small town of Fife
Passing a brothel heard shouts of strife,
Flames engulfing the building were rife
Rushed in to save someone’s life
Found he had just saved his wife.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Do good, shun evil should be your code
As you plod life's treacherous road
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Linda-Marie's "Quote Me" Contest - March 2011
I had to trade another jot,
I had to sell a tittle.
I had to cuz they told me that
I had to give a little.
I had to sit and wonder at
the setting of the sun,
what giving just a little costs
when all is said and done.
Many souls so black of heart
Their humanity unsound
Every day will lose their way
With no morals to be found
Many souls so light of heart
Their humanity unbound
Every day will find the way
With their morals always sound
Burning hands
We all worked together
Got paid for it
But I collected the cash
But forgot to give it to them
Then I picked up the cash a day later
My hands were as if burning
I remembered I need to pass on to my dear friends
Oh, my burning hands
Memory melts mad moments
Mum murdered messes...
Monitoring MARRIAGE's moderation.
Shout out ?? to all women ???? that endure to murder marital madness ???? for the sake of their children ???? sticking to their husbands ???? in light???? and night ??
To those, regardless of political affiliation or party, personal or religious philosophy, or gender or orientation, or ethnicity who are fake or phony. To say it bluntly, " I would rather spend time with a wh-re instead of a bore. The former has more character, most likely.
If you don't want it to be taught how America brutalized the American Indian,
and you don't want it to be taught how America brutalized the enslaved black,
don't talk to me about your Christian moral compass,
because a Christian moral compass is something that you lack.
Eco-locating dreams of a wounded me
Rejected by the fins cutters of bloody Reality
I had strong arms but could not walk
on powdered carcasses of my friends' hopes
they had only gills...lungs “saved” me...
drifting on a dry land with no melody...
copyright@iolandascripca2012
Total freedom of expression
that incites death, suicide,
and destruction.
it is not freedom, but terrorism...,
subservience
and slavery...
it is not a thing of God...
BUT RATHER A FAILURE...
A HUMAN STUPIDITY!
Humanity collapse...
Lolita’s Conceit
Obsession defined
Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
An accursed passion
Love’s true abomination.
Literary allusion
Tintinnabulation
Sounding moral oblivion
God’s sure condemnation.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 18, 2018 (Double Dactyl)
Modernization will never complete Materialistically
It asks for moral and spiritual support
As man is too careless
To avoid repeating historical errors
As man is too selfish to share the enriched future
Many parts of the world still underdeveloped
And poverty instead of modernization rules them